Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Libya and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jandek to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
UT,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
L. Decosne,
Organ,
Sugar Minott,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
Junior Murvin,
Hot Snakes,
Reagan Youth,
Ituana,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
the Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
Toni Rubio,
John Cale,
Symarip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fat Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Trumans Water,
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
U.S. Maple,
Japan,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Intrusion,
Radiohead,
Mars,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Wyatt,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Surgeon,
Liliput,
Unwound,
Darondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.